Sublime and profound thoughts are continually flowing
throughout intellect, taking care to keep everything
spelled correctly.
Not liking to make mistakes when trying to express my-
self, a little tidbit that has always been a part of
writing both music and poetry.
Like a locket kept close to my heart, vocabulary being
cherished along with grammar and punctuation together,
when making the rare mistake I will leave it as it is,
to prove that I too am only human.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem